The Trigger

 

Tommy’s mother went to run some errands

She told him she’d be back fast

Little Tommy promised he would be good

Who knew these words would be his last?

 

At first Tommy kept his promise

He played with his toys, he watched the T.V.

But soon he tired of the same old thing

He snooped around the closet-

There he found me

 

Little Tommy lifted me from the shelf

His mouth agape and eyes wide

He fingered my sleek trigger

He felt my gleaming black sides

 

Tommy assumed I wasn’t loaded

That I was just for fun

Little Tommy should have forseen

What was about to be done

 

Tommy started playing cops and robbers

He didn’t know what he was in for

Until he pretended to shoot the bad guy

I released, Little Tommy fell to the floor.

 

You bought me to protect your family

And yet look what I have done

Little Tommy pulled the trigger

I fired.

I killed.

I won.